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Some things even Mord'sith won't touch.
Or
Why Richard suddenly had an entire battalion of mord'sith ready to pledge their allegiance.
In her years of service Cara had seen a lot, she would usually go as far as believe she had seen it all, but now she felt she needed to revise that sentiment.
She was standing with her back against a wooden door looking like she had just seen the most horrifying thing that can be imagined. Just as she was beginning to shake of the horror and begin to feel like herself again she heard the footsteps of the rest of the group stampeding towards her.
"Cara, did you find anything?" Kahlan asked, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, I found something alright…" Cara said with a shiver, causing the others to look concerned, "And I now completely understand why the others came begging for protection."
"It must be absolutely horrifying for Mord'sith to run from their master," Richard said with his usual 'oh no, a kitten is stuck up in a tree and a young puppy is trying to scare it up higher, what should I do, who should I save!'-face.
"Hah! It can't be as bad as Cara's cooking!" Zedd said, bringing it all back to food as usual.
In the meantime Kahlan had taken a good look at the blonde in front of them and noticed that she seemed to be well and truly traumatised. "Cara… are you alright?" she asked concerned.
"I'm always… you know what! NO, no I'm not alright at all! I've known some of those Mord'sith since I was a young trainee and we might not have always seen eye to eye, but I wouldn't wish this kind of torture on anyone! Not even Denna!" she ranted, looking slightly hysterical, or as hysterical as a woman like Cara would ever look.
"Oh, Cara…" Kahlan tutted and pulled her away from the door, "come over here and we'll just go and take a look, alright?" With that she opened the door so she, Richard and Zedd could see the inside.
"BY THE SPIRITS! How could anyone be so… Ugh!" Zedd backed away looking sick.
"In the name of the creator I don't think I have ever seen so much of it in one place at one time!" Kahlan breathed out, looking fascinated in the same way one did at a trainwreck.
"I don't get it," Richard said scratching his head, "why are you all acting like that? The dragon corps needs a hobby to and there's nothing wrong with ballet. And besides it keeps Rahl busy, and I have to admit that he makes an amazing pirouette for an evil overlord."
"But these men are not build for those tutu's! And seriously, if you are going to practice in only a legless pink leotard the least you can do is shave your legs!" Cara burst out from behind Kahlan.
The end
A/N
Don't ask… no seriously just don't ask. It all comes down to a late night of caffeine and sugar and LoTS fics. It doesn't make sense and it's not supposed to, I hope.